Nadia's POV
I winced in distress at the excruciating pain that ran through my abdomen as I stepped into the Blackwood's villa.
My late father had handed me and my stepsister to his trusted friend, the owner of this space for over seven years, but everything still felt cold and distant.
The fear that someday the world will find out that I, the supposed Wellington's eldest daughter and the rightful heiress to her father's empire, is not his biological daughter.
My father battled with cancer for barely two months, and before he took his last breath, he mentioned that his will should be disclosed on my twenty-third birthday.
It got leaked to the media, and different wealthy men would park their cars a few meters away from my high school gate with flowers, their eyes glowing with both lustful and greedy desires as they leaned against their luxurious cars to profess their love for me.
I was just sixteen then!
Their fragile thought was that since my father made that choice of will disclosure, there was a high probability that the whole property would be mine.
It got worse when my stepsister couldn't hide her jealousy. I had to endure her insults because she was the rightful owner of everything and I am the only one that knows.
Tomorrow is that day, the day I will be twenty-three.
My efforts of escaping this wealthy people's dungeon by claiming to get married to my ex-fiance back in the United Kingdom where I had studied turned out fruitless as he had a marathon cheating session throughout yesterday.
I caught him this morning.
I felt a wave of dizziness slammed me as tears rolled down my cheeks, my last conversation with him replayed in my head. It hurt so bad, we made plans. How could he? Why me all the time?!
"Everyone is asleep, is there anything else you need?" The butler raised her voice after realizing that I was drowned in my depressing thoughts.
Well...what do I expect? No one cares about anything but money here, but I desperately needed a distraction before I lost my mind.
I aggressively wiped my swollen eyes and dragged my wobbling legs towards the wine flute placed on the nearby glass table and gulped the apple juice.
I sucked my lips to savour the taste, but it did nothing to decrease my discomfort.
I bit my lips painfully, staring at the marble floor like it was the cause of my misery.
"Young Master could not make it to the airport to pick you up, he had waited for you here and he was the one that left the drink there" The butler said, lifting my spirit with the assurance that someone cares.
Of course, we both know the master she is referring to. The most gentle and sweetest of the Blackwood. "Thank you," I murmured appreciatively.
Without thinking twice, I rushed over the giant curvy staircase, ignoring the sudden heat that was brewing in my private part.
I was breathing heavily by the time I got to his entrance. The moment I raised my right hand to knock, I heard a weird sound coming from his room.
My heart skipped at the familiarity... moaning sounds of a lady excessively screaming at the top of her voice.
I felt a sting of jealousy and immediately pinched myself. "What the hell are you thinking? He is freaking twenty-nine. Give him the privacy he deserves.." I warned myself, but my hand found itself opening the door for a clearer view.
Everywhere was dim and the lady was riding him faster than speed. My body surprisingly reacted faster as my nipples hardened.
I had no idea when I pulled out my perfectly rounded left breast, playing with it to give myself more pleasure.
Suddenly, I needed more. Something huge and long that can penetrate me like it's doing to this woman. I pressed my body against the door, moving like a sex starved woman.
I knew I was playing with fire and would lose my self-respect if someone caught me, but I just couldn't stop.
With that, I moved my hand into my dripping panties, wincing at the pleasure that shook me when my hand made contact with my clitoris.
I was wet.
In my right senses, I would be disgusted by this act, but I enjoyed pleasuring myself at the moment.
I continued moaning in bliss until I heard the baritone voice of the malevolent master, "Even the nuns know the fellow in this scene deserves the most dangerous pit of hell" Julian Blackwood scoffed.
I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I hurriedly pushed my breast into my blouse.
I looked disgruntled and shameful, and immediately, a wave of desire washed through me instead of feeling remorseful.
The worst part was that I was beginning to imagine my legs sprawled on the floor with him pleasuring me right here in the bedroom passageway. I clenched my fist, shaking my head in disapproval, but my desires overshadowed my thoughts.
I jumped on him like a prey would pounce on its predator and locked my lips with his.
Surprisingly, he didn't push me away. He tastes and smells like alcohol.
Julian roughly rubs his large masculine hands on my butt, moving both hands to spread my lap, pushing them up to strangle him with my hands firmly intertwined around his neck.
I released my lips from his and mewled in ecstasy "I need you right now..."
As if he was being controlled, he rushed us into his room and dropped me in the middle of his king-size bed.
He pulled down my skirt and pants while I removed my top. I was braless, and in the blink of an eye, I was naked to the sight of the man I wouldn't look at if I was in my right senses.
I was too engrossed at this moment to caution myself. He looked like a delicious Greek God as he pulls off his clothes, releasing his hardened manhood from its confinement.
"Do you want to do this?" He groaned in restraint, but I shook my head positively before he could finish talking. "I know you don't crave me, but I am too drunk to stop, and you are too wet to refuse," He said, covering his body with mine.
I pinned my fingers into his muscular arms as he slowly slid his mighty rod into my desperate cunt, the pain was unbearable when he began to move slowly with my eyes tightly shut and my legs wrapped around his waist.
I endured, and slowly, pain and pleasure became one.
Tears slid down my cheeks, but it got replaced by a satisfied smile when Julian kissed them away and whispered into my ears. "It's the next day in ten minutes. Think of these as a birthday gift" And slammed deep into me. "You are fucking gorgeous!" He groaned and placed his head on my breast as he slammed harder.
"Julian...ooh!" I felt hot, crying out his name for him not to stop.
Right now, because this felt like heaven on earth, I stupidly felt like my ex-fiance had a tangible reason to cheat after I denied him sex for years.
I felt blood pumping in all parts of my body.
My toes curled in pleasure, our sweat and moans mixed into one. I feared that I might lose my voice at the rate of my screams, Julian began to speak in tongues as he continued to force his whole size into me.
It was phenomenal, and I didn't want to wake up to the reality that I was enjoying my first night with my stepsister's man, and that it might turn out to be my biggest regret.
Focusing on the moment, as our bodies collide, every kiss and every touch sets our souls ablaze, leaving us breathless and yearning for more.
THE NEXT MORNING:
Someone suddenly slid the curtain open, and a ray of sunlight burst into the room.
"Why do I feel sour? Can you pull the curtain, please?" I shifted in discomfort, waving my hand at the rays.
I snapped my eyes open, frozen against the bed, when I heard Julian muttered coldly, "We fucked. A one-night stand. You should rush downstairs to settle the arguments about your arrival, the will is about to be disclosed"
I didn't, right? I did not lose my virginity to this filthy bastard.